Beneath this stone are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the virtues of a man without his vices.
Soft lies the turf on one who finds his rest
Here on our common mother's ample breast.
Unstained by meanness, avarice and pride,
He never flattered and he never lied;
No gluttonous excess his slumber broke,
No burning alcohol, no stifling smoke;
He ne'er intrigued a rival to displace;
He ran, but never betted on, a race;
Content with harmless sports and moderate food,
Boundless in love, in faith, in gratitude;
Happy the man - if there be such? -
Of whom his epitaph can say as much.
Epitaph to Pompey the dog (1891-1902), from a stone in an Aberdeenshire churchyard.